Whistled The Weaving Wind Poem by Anthony Burge

Whistled the weaving wind

Teasing through the trees

Licking across the surface

Tickled the peaking seas

Dances with the autumn leaves

her puppets tied with string

Rising thermal climbs the sky

beneath the Ospreys wing

Smoothing the wrinkles

Screeding the sand

Scrimmage with oncoming waves

Leaping from the land

Charging across the ocean

Whipping up the swells

Shouldering a dust storm

Singing ringing bells.

Fuelling savage firestorms

Galloping with the embers

Travelling the seven seas

On paths well versed remembered

Hissing through tall grasses

Howling at the moon

Waltzing with the sweeping rains

Humming a ghostly tune

Sweetly summer scented

Dozes cotton cloud

Whispered quiet on feathered breath

Moaning out aloud

Storming sandy shoreline

Wrestling with the trees

Waltzing across the land and sea

At sleep a gentle breeze